Quotes About Elusive

An attitude that avoids enjoyment today only means an evasion of happiness forever. Happiness becomes something for tomorrow and therefore ever elusive.

Nah ist Und schwer zu fassen der Gott. Wo aber Gefahr ist, wächst Das Rettende auch.

We seek him here, we seek him there, Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven? - Is he in hell? That damned, elusive Pimpernel?

Hard roads and wide will run through Raintree County. You will hunt it on the map, and it won't be there.

Happiness can be as elusive as a small fish darting away in a mountain stream.

the best ones are often the most difficult to find. But

Happiness is an elusive state of mind not to be gained by clumsy pursuit.It is given to those who do not sue for it:to be unconcerned about a desired good is probably the only way to possess it.

A lighted window floats through the night like a piece of paper in the wind. I want to see into it. I want to climb through into its lighted room. As I reach for it it slips through the trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles into the air and skitters on through the night...

She's like smoke:you think you're seeing her clearly enough,but when you reach for her there's nothing there

Fionn was a stranger. Even if he didn't feel like one. Even if he felt like that elusive something she'd been searching for her whole life.

Time just gets away from us.

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

He'd tried to sleep, too, but that was an elusive bitch who had no use for him tonight.

There is something else I am after, out here in the wild. I am searching for an even more elusive prey . . . something that can only be found through the help of wilderness. I am looking for my heart.

haven't seen hide nor hair of her

I am a ghost. A wraith of atoms. A shadow.

She flitted from shadow to shadow, but he finally caught sight of her silhouetted against the lights in the eye-shattering cacophany of Times Square.

It's not a scent, precisely, more a contagion, a trace of the passage of the one they hunt.

I dreamed of death the way previously I'd dreamed of the pain leaving me, and the way before that I'd dreamed of gardens and children and weekends away. Death was my elusive lover, treasured and longed for and jealously guarded, and always distant. Always out of reach.

Was I a dreamer, looking for an elusive happiness that real life could never deliver? Or were we meant to know the rapture of being alive, even at the cost of breaking the rules?

Grown men with hurt feelings are transparent creatures; grown men who feel dimly they have done something wrong are positively opaque.

But, then, the truest perceptions of life, for me at least, have always proved to be the most elusive and the most shortlived

A politician is like quicksilver if you try to put your finger on him, you will find nothing under it.

The lion is, however, rarely heard - much more seldom seen.